A beginning
by poetrydiary
There was no story –
a rose unfolding in the mist;
a thrush, unsinging, flies.
Wet grass:
fallen tears,
or last night’s rain?
Dark earth, warming, damp;
a microbe stirs.
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The dawn last Monday was beautiful, as I drove to Warwick University.
poetry diary 
It sounds SO very peaceful!
The beauty of the ordinary is often overlooked. I liked how you point that out here by demonstrating it.